gojosphantomprincess

[gojosphantomprincess]

MDNI 18+

more computer nerdjo ₊‧ ୨୧

nerdjo before he got his hands on you <3 he luvs your insta

cw: nsfw, jerking off, (m) masturbation

“a-ah fuck—s-shit.” his words are airy, breathless, trying to keep up with the speed of his fist. satoru holds his phone in his free hand, adjusting his grip so it doesn’t slip out of his hand. sweaty. hot. the only way to describe the feeling circulating though out his body. his head pounds, like it’s shutting him in. it’s not supposed to see this, trying to cave his brain in so he can stop. it hurts, edging a migraine. but not enough to stop.

he tries to swipe to the next image, but his thumb pad is too damp for the screen to react. “jesus—jesu-fucking christ!” frustrated, desperate. needy. needy to see the next photo. “come on, come on, come on.” he takes three huffs from circle shaped lips, attempting to set himself back into reality. he drops his phone to the crinkled bed sheets, wiping the salty sweat from his palm before grabbing it roughly. he swipes, the screen responding to his touch this time around.

“y-yes. yes, yes, yes. i fucking love you.” the pressure thickens in his abdomen, twisting and pulling the nerves in the hot of his belly. he blinks hard, getting rid of the blur his tears had caused so he can see better. see every detail. “so p-pretty. fuck you’re hot.”

satoru thanked god every day you accepted his friend request on instagram. he didn’t mind that you didn’t follow him back. he just liked to have a inside look into your life. the foods you tried, the extravagant vacations you went on, the golf tournaments your father participated in, the beach trips you took with your friends. fuck—the beach trips. he loved hot days, the ones that guaranteed you’d be by water, in something small, skimpy. had his notifications on for you, and only you. whenever you posted a pic of you in a little bikini, he’d immediately go and jerk off to it. the shame never hit him until it was over with.

satoru would talk to the screen like you could hear him. he wanted to tell you how sexy you were, how hard your pictures alone made him cum. it wasn’t just the pictures, but your stories. the ones where you would post your tan legs posing in the sand. shiny. he enjoyed shiny things. he has since robotics club back in freshman year. and you glistened.

his lips formed into a thin line and wrinkles formed in his forehead. his pale skin flushed up from his neck to his cheeks and to his ears. his body ached, muscles taught and needing to be rubbed out.

“haah, so pretty baby.” he whined. “mmmmh make you feel s-so good. cum all over those aa-ahh pretty l-legs.”

one specific picture did it for him every time. the one with your friends, you laughing with your mouth open an exceptional amount. just wide enough for him to cum down it. he wanted to cum down your throat. have his mess cover your lips. to watch you lick it off.

his nerves clenched in his lower belly, groin aching to be set free from tension. he throbbed painfully, before his thick cum contracted from his cock, the tension releasing from his belly. satoru shuddered, head hitting the headboard. his glasses slipped down his nose from the sweat that dripped down from his hairline. “thank you, thank you, thank you.” he repeated with gasps mixed between. “thank you, pretty.” he stared down at your photo, now covered in his mess. his balls were sensitive to the touch, weight lifted from them now that he had gotten what he’d been aching for.

the guilt consumed him. daily. he would cry, promised himself he wouldn’t do it again. but his notifications stayed on. satoru couldn’t help himself. he knew he was a perv. the more he deprived himself, the more he wanted to cum on your face.

[gojosphantomprincess]

another part of bimbo!reader and cs!gojo and my LIFE IS YOURS!!!!

MDNI 18+

bimbo cheerleader + computer nerd gojo ₊‧ ୨୧

just a little peek of condescending computer nerd gojo who makes fun of bimbo reader <3 currently writing more for these two . . . thank u for the ask love ❥ focusing more on the geekier side of nerd gojo soon

cw: suggested dacryphilia, slight degradation

“you think you’re a dumb girl, love?” satoru coos against the warmth of your cheek. he nuzzles his nose to the skin and sniffs the salt of your tears. “a good for nothing dumb girl.”

his words earn a small hiccup from you. he grins with satisfaction and lifts his head just slightly in order to look into your eyes. “what’re you good for, huh? is there anything you can do without a stupid fucking question leaving those pretty lips?”

satoru had you laid flat on your back against his lego batman sheets, already stripped down and ready for him. you were so overwhelmed with the needy ache that sank hot and heavy in your belly that you didn’t mind the mysterious stains the sheets held.

the only fabric left on your body was your panties which were soaked with your arousal. tears are dried on your flushed cheeks, but your sniffles have not yet subsided. his poor girl. he couldn’t help but relish in the sad puppy dog look that pooled in your eyes.

he loved the look on your face when you thought back to every moment in your life, trying to find a moment that your brain wasn’t filled with air.

“no? can’t think of one little thing, can you?” he murmurs. satoru’s soft finger pads give you the implication that he still cared, still wanting you to feel like a smart girl.

“that’s why i’m here, baby, to help you think. that’s what you need, isn’t it?” his hands grip the thick of your hips to ground you back down. “help that pretty brain run again.”

satoru presses his lips to your temple, blessing your head with a portion of his knowledge. “tomorrow morning i’ll teach you some valuable knowledge, love.

“like the sound of that?” your pathetic whimper makes his cock swell in his pants. “then maybe you can teach me some of those silly little tricks you do at practice, yeah?”

[gojosphantomprincess]

MDNI 18+

vampire gojo x human reader ₊‧ ୨୧

vampire gojo goes feral when you start your period

cw: period sex, fingering (f) receiving, scratching, mentions of ( lots ) blood + blood play, bruises, not proofread

satoru knows it’s about to start before you do, sniffs it out like a bloodhound on steroids. the definitive scent of iron makes his tummy curl in a delicious manner. the scent of your blood makes him hungry. makes him want to feed off you, make you his one and only blood supply.

you don’t like him getting his blood from anyone else. maybe you’re a bit controlling in that way, but satoru doesn’t mind. no, he drowns in it, loves when you get that little eyebrow crease and your face scrunches up when he tells you he’s already had his dose for the day. it feels like cheating. no. it is cheating for you. it’s written in the books and now he knows not to do it again unless he wants the blinds open at sunrise.

as much as he loves to feed off his pretty baby, he does worry occasionally that he’s taking too much of your sweet blood. watching you get wobbly on your feet after a long sucking sesh.

so when you have extra blood that flows out of you every month, he knows he’s in for a treat. you protest. the thought of his mouth sucking on your overstimulated bud makes you throb, but when he wants to do it while you’re bleeding red down your legs—well it’s not the most appetizing.

satoru is consistent with his begging, promising to make you feel so good. his fangs ache—like a bad tooth ache or a cavity that’s been sitting for months without a dentist visit.

he’s impatiently waiting for your cycle to come around. his eyes blaring a deep red that glows through his late night escapades. the day he finally sees tampon wrappings in the bin, he grins wickedly.

“using some piece of cotton to soak up my dinner, huh? you’re really gonna make me starve, baby.” he’s in between your thighs, eyes glazing over the many bruises and marks he created from past nights. he smiles. he’s proud of his work. “i didn’t think you were so cruel.”

he shushes you when you try to fight against his words, you insisting you’ll have to put a tampon in unless you want to leave a trail of blood around the house. “that wouldn’t be allll that bad—i mean, it would make me more motivated to clean around the house.” without warning he digs the cold of his nails into your thighs, making you scream. he drags them all the way down to your knees, making small gashes in your skin. small trickles of blood start to dot to the surface of the wounds, his tongue lapping up the blood that threatened to roll down your thigh.

“a-aaahh.” satoru let’s out shallow breaths through his clenched teeth when your blood hits his taste buds. he groans, the sharp of his fingers pierce through your skin, making your chest huff in pain. you feel dizzy. incoherent. completely lost and giving your body up for him to have his fun. your heart burns, slowing and picking back up again just a moment after.

you feel his face press up to the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. it was hard to register when his fangs dig deep into the skin, puncturing. hot tears flow up the surface and spill over your warm cheeks. the pain felt incredible.

satoru growls at the taste of you, sucking momentarily before suddenly stopping his frenzy. his bloodshot eyes staring at the white string that separated him and the gushing liquid it was holding in. “i fucking h-hate that thing.” he huffs against your thigh. his breath was hot with the reminisce of your blood. the tampon is snatched out of you with a clamp of his teeth, your body jolting in response. you gasp. “never wear one of those. never again, sweetness. it’s taking my goddamn job.”

the tampon finds a spot in his palm. he squeezes it, letting the collected blood drip down into his mouth, liquid warm and running down his throat. soothing. you grimace. you whine.

“you taste fucking good. shit.” his voice takes over a whinier tone. you watch as he throws the tampon to the side, and his eyes meet the main course. what he’s been waiting three weeks for. your blood is thick, slowly seeping out of you. pussy soaked with a mix of blood and the stickiness of your heated arousal.

his whole body runs hot at the sight. he licks his lips and jaw goes loose as a gurgled groan rumbles in the back of his throat. he crawls over you, face just inches away from your pulsing heat. he takes a deep sniff and moans when it hits his nostrils. he looks down at you, watching your body twitch. body already bruising up from his touch. satisfied.

“ready, sweetness?”

“i’ll get you all cleaned up in no time.”

“that tampon had its run.”

“it’s my turn now.”

[gojosphantomprincess]

꒰ঌ . ݁ ˖ my fantasy land 𓂃⊹

₊‧ ୨୧ . . . my dream works :

vampire gojo

❥ sinking teeth into their human girlfriend | link

❥ loves that time of the month | link

werewolf geto

❥ sinking teeth into their human girlfriend | link

bimbo cheerleader + computer nerd gojo

❥ fingers dumb girl in the back of class | link

❥ gojo making fun of dumb reader in bed | link

❥ getting off on your insta pics | link

[gojosphantomprincess]

MDNI 18+

bimbo cheerleader reader x computer nerd gojo ₊‧ ୨୧

i wanna elaborate more w these two cause i think i can have lots of fun w their dynamic :3 this is just a little preview i suppose hehe

cw: public sex, fingering (f) receiving , not proofread ׄ⠀.

school was never your strong suit. not since elementary school that is, when the only thing you had to worry about was what gift your daddy was gonna bring home that evening and the color by number worksheets you took fondness of. you were always a bit behind the other kids in school. only education wise—the social aspect you thrived in. sure, you would have benefited from some sort of after school program, but you had more important things to focus on. the cheerleading squad. and it’s not like your parents gave a shit about your education. growing up on soft green plains of golf courses, pink lemonade, and private jets to vacation destinations, you really had nothing to worry about. with your father’s high status, you were welcomed to basically any college of your choice. they didn’t care or didn’t seem to process your lack of knowledge and ditziness.

unfortunately, you were left to pick out the courses for your college experience, by yourself. it probably wasn’t the best idea, since you really didn’t even know what you wanted to major in. you could have done without the whole college degree and whatnot. your parents wealth was more than enough to pay your way through life. but you liked the idea of getting hammered at parties and possibly hooking up with a frat bro on the weekends.

you picked a computer science class. you already picked everything that sounded somewhat fun and/or didn’t seem difficult to pass. much to your surprise, the class was a literal nightmare to any bimbo girl, as yourself. it was full of weirdo discord perverts that knew way too much about technology in your personal opinion.

every time you walked into that godforsaken room, you were hit with the stench of old take out food and bodies radiating green waves combined with the occasional buzzing fly. it wasn’t pleasant. and the difficulty of the class didn’t help the situation.

the class was boring. the teacher half asleep and going on and on with terms that didn’t even register in your vocabulary. you sat in the back, away from the video game mods that always sat right in front of the board, painting your nails or applying your make up before cheer practices. it was a free period, but boring nonetheless. no frat boys in sight, which made you a bit upset.

satoru thought it was cute. one of the few girls in the class and it seemed like you had no business being in there. he enjoyed watching the way your nose scrunched up in confusion when the professor explained a new assignment or project, which he knew you would fail to complete like all the others. unlike you, he paid attention to the lessons. he wanted as much as he could out of his college education.

you distracted him. with your little quirks and side comments that made people turn their heads at you with amusement. how dumb you sounded. he almost felt bad. was it possible for one human being to be so incapable of learning a singular topic? yes, it was possible. you were living proof.

satoru had to build up some courage and dig for confidence he had been searching for what seemed his whole life in order to approach you.

you looked repulsed when he first spoke to you. stuttering over his speech like some idiot that just learned to find his voice—which he kinda did. he was such a dork. books clutched to his chest and glasses askew on the tip of his nose. he mentioned something about if you needed help just to ask him. he didn’t quite specify what he meant by “help” so you just shrugged and waved him off, insisting you were fine.

but, with having no classes with any good looking frat boy, it was hard to find a guy who you were willing to actually give yourself to. and your fingers just weren’t cutting it anymore. satoru did mention that if you ever needed help, he’s just a few seats away. so you decided to take up on the kind offer.

you lean your head back in ecstasy, throat squirming as you swallow down the moans of pleasure that were choking you. freshly manicured nails wrap around the seat in attempt to ground yourself. the professors voice drowned out in the background. all you could focus on was satoru’s fingers slowly dip in and out of the warm insides of your pussy.

satoru agreed to your request. how could he not? you looked so sweet and deserving for a little relief, and you had come to him to give you that. the thought made his cock swell in his freshly ironed pants. his only rule was to stay quiet. you promised you would.

but it was harder than you expected. the soft pads of his fingertips grazed that spongy spot deep in you, making your breath quicken with anticipation. he wasn’t even looking. his free hand still taking notes as he curls his pointer and middle upwards, tearing a strained cry from your lips. satoru drops his pen and silences you with his palm.

you shake your head in protest when he pulls out his fingers, covered in your slick arousal. “quiet. or i stop, remember?” his words are hushed, making eye contact to let you know he’s serious, before slowly removing his palm from your lips, swollen from your teeth digging into them.

“spit.” what happened to the shy mess of a boy who was fumbling over his words just a few days back? he wasn’t here. no, not now. not when he had you at his fingertips, giving you the pleasure you so desperately needed. you obediently do as he says, spitting out a nice wet glob of saliva into his palm. a string of it hangs from your lips and drips down your chin, making the chub of his cock twitch and throb.

his fingers, now coated with your saliva, slip easily into your cunt. squelching and gurgling, just tempting him. how snug and wet you’d feel around his cock. he groans with a look of adoration. your slick just sucking him up, slurping his fingers, like they belonged inside of you and no where else.

“like that? my fingers inside you.”

“needy fucking whore.”

“pussy just taking my fingers so well.”

“such a dumb girl, letting me touch you like this.”

his murmurs hit your core, belly all achy from his fingers sliding in and out your sopping wet cunt.

your cleavage rises up and down with shallow breaths, trying to contain the screams you wanted to bless his ears with. you look over to him. his pen back in his hand, writing down the notes that were written on the board, everyone in the room oblivious to the fact that his hand was up your skirt. satoru gets your attention off the size of the pen in his large hand when he adds a third finger. in surprise you yelp, and his hand slaps over your mouth. you cry into his hand as your lower body quivers with your orgasm.

the heads in the front of the class turn to see why you were making noise this time. the professor raises a brow.

“just shut her finger in a textbook, sir.”

your teacher shakes his head and goes back to the lesson after satoru’s seemingly believable explanation to your high pitched cry. your classmates giggled, whispering about how stupid you were, making you flush with embarrassment.

satoru gives you a look of disapproval, and you know you’re in for it when he unzips his pants.

[gojosphantomprincess]

MDNI 18+

vampire x reader x werewolf ₊‧ ୨୧

vampire gojo & werewolf geto love to sink their teeth into the sweet flesh of their human girlfriend

cw: slight degradation, fingering (f) receiving, mentions of biting + being pinned down ׄ⠀.

the sharp points of satoru’s fingernails scrape along your tummy as it rises up and down with heavy awaiting breaths. the length of his tongue swipes across his front teeth, just salivating at the sight of you pretty and bare for him, and his best friend, suguru of course. suguru was seated on his knees at your head, looking down over you with hunger that made your heart pulse just second quicker. his fluffy tail wagging with such inner excitement that it created a small calm breeze that fluttered over your face.

“got an excited boy over here, don’t we?” satoru never failed to tease suguru about how happy he got whenever you showed even a sliver of skin, as if he wasn’t just barely containing his own excitement. if satoru had a tail, it would be wagging with undeniable desire. one of the many reasons why he was relieved to not be born the furry beast suguru was.

suguru only responded with a gruff growl that came from the bottom of his throat, making your cunt ache with impatience. his narrow eyes soften just the slightest when he returns his gaze back down to you, and away from his current headache.

“how couldn’t i be excited?” suguru’s voice is like a purr, warm and gives you a certain comfort as if he’s not about to ruin you. “got such a beautiful girl right there, all for me.” his rough large paw comes to brush away the hair in your eyes.

satoru scoffs. “don’t forget, she’s mine too,” he says with deep possessiveness. he places his cold hand that was tracing your delicate skin flat on your tummy, making you squirm. “getting all greedy on my next meal.” he says like his best friend’s words are the dumbest thing he could have uttered at the moment.

he then hooks the edge of your panties with his pointer, slowly pulling them just an inch down before unhooking them, making you groan with need. satoru grins a wicked grin up at suguru, who only looks unimpressed with his tease.

“look at that. she’s already so wet for us,” satoru mumbles as he moves to hover over your bottom half. “been waiting for us, haven’t you, baby?” your fingers curl into the sheets with only a meek whimper and nod for confirmation. satoru dips his pointer back into the fabric that separated your sticky warmth from his fingers. all the while, suguru places soft warm kisses on your cheeks and both corners of your lips with slow deliberate motion.

“don’t be an ass, satoru.” suguru scolded with annoyance. “ask the girl what she wants, yeah?” you feel his claws run down your neck and down to the angle of your collarbone, making you shift your shoulders at the tickling sensation. suguru stops you from moving any further, pinning your shoulders down to the mattress with extra force that he certainly didn’t have to use. “stay put, baby.”

satoru snickers as he finally peels your panties off your sopping cunt, watching it as it pulses. “look, suguru, just throbbing our names. so fucking desperate.” he chuckles with cruelty, shaking his head. “just soaking.”

“i thought i told you not to be an ass.” suguru says through clenched canines. he keeps his paws seated in it’s comfortable new home on your shoulders. “now hurry up and get your fill.”

satoru lets out a heavy sigh as if it’s a chore, but crawls over your torso nonetheless. his cold hands release it’s grip on the plush of your thighs and instead rest on your sides, next to the swell of your breasts. suguru keeps you pinned so you couldn’t get up even if you wanted to.

satoru’s hot breath fanned over your face, a sharp contrast with the refreshing gust that suguru’s tail gave you.

just a minute later, his teeth sink into your neck, making you scream in a mixture of pain and rapture.

“shhhh,” suguru presses his lips to yours to silent your cries as satoru continues to feed off of you, sucking your blood. you can’t help but kiss him back, letting out a quieter pleased hum against his lips that make him grin. “it’s alright baby, gonna get a big reward once satoru is all full, okay?” his reassurance helps drift your mind away from the fangs deep inside your flesh.

suguru crawls away from the head of the bed, to the foot. his tail wags just slightly, the fur just inches from grazing your nose. you raise your head to see what he was up to, until satoru forces you back down with a hand to your forehead. you grunt when the back of your head hits the bed roughly. “don’t pay attention to him. focus on me.” he huffs against your skin, continuously sucking on the youthful flesh. “focus on the way your blood leaves your body. the way it feels as i suck it up.” his words make you whine, legs moving up and down as if it would help you run away.

your legs are stilled by suguru’s paws cuffing your ankles. “ah ah ah. what did we say about staying put, love?” he sighs and shakes his head in mock disappointment. “you already know that you’re not getting up any time soon. why’re you still trying to run away, baby?”

you feel the wet of his nose sniff your shins, up to your knees, and meet its destination at your thighs. suguru licks a long strip down your right thigh, all the way back down to your ankle. he repeats the process to your left leg, only this time starting at the ankle, and licking his way back up to your thighs.

your thighs tremble, his tongue increasingly getting closer to your hole, making your pussy clench with an unbearable ache. he looks at your cunt with amusement, the way it’s pulsing for just a simple touch. suguru was feeling a bit nice today, considering satoru was still going at it with your poor sore flesh.

he cups your mound with his paw, making you moan with satisfaction at even the smallest amount of touch. satoru and suguru chuckle at your needy little sounds. “such a needy little cunt you have here.” satoru laughs around your skin at suguru’s tease.

satoru let’s up on your neck, licking the two holes left over by his fangs in attempt to soothe you. he trails his lips to the column of your throat, softly sucking and nipping at the skin. your breathing slows in result of the tranquil feeling of his lips. it only picks back up when suguru’s fingers slip in easily with your slick.

“it’s alright, love.” satoru kisses up your neck and to your ear. “suguru’s gonna make you feel sooo good. i promise.” he coos, his tone completely shifted from earlier now that his body is soothed with your red liquid.

suguru’s wolf-claws curl up inside you repeatedly, the pleasure just barely surpassing the pain. you let out never ending whimpers and soft breaths that please the both of them.

satoru buries his face into your neck which was still aching with his bite. he nuzzles into you, giving you small comfort before suguru dips his claws into you for the final time. you cry out as your thighs shake as you cum right onto the soft, well groomed fur of suguru’s paws, finally getting your well deserved orgasm. satoru lifts his head from your body, just to watch you come undone for them.

once the wound on your neck heals, satoru won’t hesitate to seep his fangs right back into the soft of your skin and suguru will be right there to keep you in your place.